Roots in sand - a tenuous hold on soil and life;
Branches exposed to the parching desert sun.
Survival always in the balance;
The barest spark could destroy me.
But this fire does not consume;
It warms; it illuminates; it energises;
Changing this dried-up thorn bush
Into a blazing image of God.
......He is
...........Therefore I am
.................Alight
.....................Alive
.......................Aglow with a fire called
love.
And now he can send me;
Still just a small desert plant,
But a bearer of God's love;
Still essentially me
But on fire. |